A cloud of junk followed the social reformer, as did a cloud of flies. The group of 20 - 25 was wear out, and any cheering or telling they had started the marching music with had long since faded. This radical of traveller was bound for the holy place demesne, to campaign for the church service, to serve up a self-mortification worthy to secure entrance into promised land. Now, they were marching, or dragging their feet through, southerly Bavaria, with a farseeing journeying ahead.

Jacques Louis David was different than most former reformer, as he lacked the religious zealotry typical of his companions. Instead, he had been coerced into the campaign with various of his booster to avoid persecution at home. He was tall, hefty, and only 22, so if he had waited out the war at abode he would give surely been humiliated and harassed. After all, an able lad like him forsaking his champion in the holy war would surely be equal to fighting for the other side, at least in the eyes of the church.

Whatever. He never liked his Greenwich Village, with the inescapable sense of smell of manure, and pixilated rules of the clergy. This would be his opportunity to take to the woods, to see the away humans. Even now, Bavaria was more beautiful than anything David imagined of the outside, the lush green forests with white-peaked mountains spanning the horizon.

David could hear the people ahead of him talking suddenly, and there were some relieved sunniness, evidently the mathematical group had reached the succeeding village. Then, David saw it too. An empty-bellied looking assemblage of narrow streets sided by brick houses with red tiled roofs, a church tower, and a townsfolk square, nestled in a minor vale. The show of red tiled roofs, as opposed to wooden zoster, indicated to David and some others that they were getting farther South, near to their destination. Some of the Crusader picked up a birdcall, and soon enough they were all singing as they marched into the streets.

The town was, as its appearing suggested, mostly empty. Obviously most inhabitants had already left for the holy land. Because of this, finding accommodation for David and his friend turned out to be as simple as kicking in a few wooden door until a satisfactory ( gilded ) dwelling was found. With a room settled, they turned their priorities to the next pressing essential.

Nighttime fell, which made finding the nearest tavern an easily chore as well. It turned out to be one of the few lit edifice. However, the late moving ridge of crusaders had obviously depleted the supply of pot liquor to nil. Saint David's Quaker were especially displeased.

"Not even a good drink after such a long day ! What a disappointment of a tap house"rowan exclaimed loudly, within earreach of the tavern's keeper. This seemed to get to him greatly.

"I told you, we're dry. If you don't like it here, sod off"muttered the man.

Jacques Louis David, being the impertinent of his Quaker, thought about how to solve the spirits job. Maybe if there were another tap house or another storage, something that had closed before nigh crusader had come through town. EUREKA !
He remembered a edifice they had passed by when finding fitting, David had looked in through cracks in the boarded-up doorway to see a room with barrels, and motley of pocket-sized glass bottle. That might have got what wanted. Saint David stood up and made an announcement to his friends, trying to mock importance.

"male child, men, I think I may have a resolution"

With that, he coughed and stumbled out the threshold into the night.

Finding the building again was prosperous, the townsfolk was small and relatively bundle. But getting inside was a challenge. By pulling out a few loose boards, David managed to coerce through the doorcase. There was plenty moonshine through a window at the rear of the room to see around, and David squinted his heart to see what gelt might present itself.

The offset matter he noticed was that most nursing bottle were obviously not liquor, and the barrels were empty. Instead, the bottles, although full-of-the-moon, were labelled with hastily scrawn notes, mostly illegible. Some bottleful also had liquids, solids and pulverization David didn't recognize. It seemed that he had stumbled into the laboratory of an alchemist or someone of similar profession. But even alchemists are human, and there could still be some alcohol to be found, perhaps hidden.

The first place David tried to seem was in the roof amongst the rafters. Picking a stool to endure on, he positioned it and tried to climb up onto it to get a dependable persuasion of the darkness overhead.

CRACK ! THUD ! The feces's shortest leg snapped in half, and Jacques Louis David fell onto the floor. However, as he got up he noticed that the floorboard he landed on had broken, to reveal a hidden compartment beneath his feet. He moved the shattered board, and EUREKA once more ! Several stoppered Methedrine bottles, concealed before, were now exposed.
David pulled one out at random, concealed the stash with the floor board once again, and removed the cork of the feeding bottle with a quick tug. An intensely virulent smell pervaded his anterior naris, comparable to the taste of copper. Odd, he had never tried any potable like this. But this townspeople has tiled roofs instead of shingles, thing are evidently different around here. He tasted a sip. Sweet heavens, this was the smoothest, sweetest liquid state he had ever tasted ! He tried another gulp, but the bottle seemed to be getting further away as the room got darker and his body got arduous. His vision faded and his rump was assaulted by the floor once again.

Soft tack. So soft.

Was he still on the level ? No. The base wasn't this soft. Did his friends find him and bring him back to their borrowed elbow room ? No, he never told them where he went. Where in the fucking was he ?

A hand touched his wrist and he jerked awake. A fair sex was standing there, her grimace shrouded by her farseeing brownness hair.

David looked around. David ? Yes that was his epithet. What happened ? He drank something, and woke up here. He looked up to see the woman had turned her attention to him. He could see now that she had a beautiful face, and although very picket, was still pretty with petit features and bright green middle. She looked like a northerner.

"Are you alright ? I found you in the alchemist's shop class, passed out. You looked like a corpse."

"I'm alright, thanks. Let me just-"David tried to move his leg but goose egg happened."I can't move ”.

The woman smiled knowingly.

"I'm not surprised, judging by how much of that you drank."

St. David looked at her questioningly. How did she know what it was ?

She replied to his unexpressed question.

"deception of the trade dear, where did you incur it ? I've looked around that store for utile potions before, but never found anything."

At the word ‘ potions'she paused.

"Are you a witch ?"St. David asked jokingly.

Her eyes flashed a yellow vividness for a second, but David dismissed it as his imagination.

"Are you ?"

"Does it matter ?"

David thought about it.

"How do I hump you aren't going to defeat me ?"

She laughed, her face lifting momentarily.

"dearest, I haven't had estimable company for a long time, alright ? Killing you is the last thing I'd want."

The attack made a snapping interference, and the woman turned away to tend to it. The fire ? Jacques Louis David's eye focused now, he was fully awake. He was in a way, empty save for a bed, fireplace and door, without windowpane. The way was probably 15 feet foresighted by 20 wide. The bed was wonderful, adorned with sheets and furs, and he was lying sprawled out, naked. NAKED ? David panicked, pulling the sheets to concentrate around his nether realm. The woman looked back at him and chuckled when she saw. St. David realized she was burning his apparel in the brick fireplace.

"What the underworld are you doing ?"

"If it would make you feel better, I could go naked too"

"Its ok ”. Saint David instantly regretted his response. Looking at her, she looked about his age, with a nice body, female chest and butt. She was wearing a dress that could have just been a sometime mantle, tightly cloaking her body.

"How polite of you. You seem to roll in the hay that you're my patient in my house."

Saint David nodded in recognition.

"What do I phone you ?"

"Trisha. And you ?"

"David."


The next day the impression was brought back in his legs, and David could make tiddler movements. However Trisha still insisted on feeding him a mixed bag of herb in his food that would"crap him feel better ”.

Once Trisha left the room and locked the doorway after David finished eating, he carefully walked over to the table. His reading skills were minimal but existent, he had learned some countersign from studying in church.

The volume had a appeal of recipe, several circled. The circled ones were for fortitude… that was strength… magnit- and something undecipherable, maybe size of it ? The death was obedient. That was obvious for anyone. Reading over them again, Jacques Louis David realized something, shocked. He wasn't being kept here to retrieve, she was trying to turn him into some kind of striver, or golem. He had to work fast before she came back.

Using the verbal description in the book, David managed to stool the strength potion easily. But he didn't know how to apply it. Taking a drop, he put it on his spit. It had a cool down numbing burden, but the single pearl was effectual enough for him to feel an straightaway modification. His sinew grew and tightened around his body. Looking at his reflection in a bull cup, he saw he was absolutely ripped now. Good.

Next was size, he would call for it if he wanted to overpower the beldame. This was harder, but soon David had a fossil oil paste for this as well. Now he turned his attending to the door.

The door was small, so David reasoned he would suffer to assume the size potion once he got outside. Using his new strength, he pulled, and pushed at the threshold, but it was locked well. Hmm. With a right fist, he punched it as hard as he could. BANG. Instead of punching down the door, he had just made a circular hole in the midpoint. fuck. Then he heard step. Double fuck.

David knew this was it, so he took a cytosmear of the size potion and put it on his spit. Keeping his center floor with a spot on the room access, he waited for his soundbox to maturate and for the doorway to open. Ready to go goliath on some fuckers he thought. Then he felt something. Instead of his caput, legs, body or arms, his prick was slowly expanding. Becoming erect, to normal size of it, it began growing once more, to nine, ten inch. Jacques Louis David laughed at his foolishness and admired his work. Not what he expected but that should come in handy once he left this prison. A fist hit him in the chest and he fell onto the border of the bed beside the fireplace, grimacing from the pain. Trisha was standing there over him. She was still wearing her unusual dress, and in her unclenched hand she held a short knife.

"The fuck did you do to my stuff ?"she yelled.

"I know what you were trying to do, and I didn't want that"he responded cheekily, despite still feeling the painfulness from her blow.

"And what was that ?"

"You wanted to commute me into a golem or soldier or slave."

The woman laughed.

"I wanted a mate, you were a bit too impudent to chase villagers and dig holes all day."

"What was the difference ?"

"Here ”.

Trisha slipped the blanket frock off her shoulders, and the whole thing fell on the floor. David got a abbreviated coup d'oeil of her pale Patrick White skin, her titty, disappointingly pocket-size with red pointy nipples, and a triangle of haircloth between her legs above a minuscule cunt. The look was abbreviated however as she stepped forward and grabbed his foreland, kissing him. The interlace duo fell backwards onto the bed. Jacques Louis David was shocked by the warmheartedness, so he responded by kissing back.

Without clothing already, foreplay was minimum. As they kissed, Trisha put one hand, then both manpower on David's swollen extremity and started jerking him off rhythmically. David responded by gripping her ass and rubbing her pussy, now starting to radiate heat and wet.

She grabbed his cock firmly, and was about to sit on him when Saint David suddenly flipped her over, and all at once, pushed it into her pussy from tail end. The surprise pleased her but there was still some pain and she moaned as she took the length. Using her hips as handles, he repeatedly pulled himself into her as she took it on her hands and human knee.

They switched face eventually and then she was riding him, while he caressed her nipple. After various transactions though it was obvious she was not going to last. Jacques Louis David felt her pussy hold as muscle around her body deform. The Trisha's eyes rolled into her head as she orgasmed, and she made a soft groaning disturbance. Jacques Louis David kissed her, but he too had reached the bound. His psyche had a light show while he blew an enormous cargo into Trisha, still moaning in his weapon system.

Great placidity followed the flood tide, and they fell backwards onto the bed, covered in sweat. David looked over at her, her lips slightly overt as she faced the ceiling. What the fuck did he do and what the fuck was he supposed to do now ?